Coming to you live from my house because, you know, snow.
And as I sit here, trying to figure out what to write, I’m kind of taking this pose à la Martin Freeman in the beginning moments of Hot Fuzz:
Things at work: great. I feel very comfortable there and am getting assignments. I’m really enthusiastic about what I’m going to be doing. Everyone there is a peach and a half. My boss is really rad. My coworkers are fun and smart. I’m enjoying it there, a lot. I’ve even decided to devote some resources to my office decorations. Remember that NBF poster I said I was going to frame? Welp, it’s getting done. It cost me a pretty penny, too. My husband thought it was great that I’d do that.
Exercise: awesome. My jeans fit better already. I’m doing the 5K-to-10K app, finally, in order to have some kind of running schedule. Next weekend, my running group for Cherry Blossom starts. The walking, 3+ miles per day, has been excellent. I’m so excited to be moving again. I just need this weather to cooperate so I can bike to work (my friend has told me it’s best to stash my bike in my office). Hell, I even signed up for a morning yoga class in February. Excellent.
Marriage: wonderful. My husband is amazing, as ever, making me laugh day to day and listening to me when I need to be heard. I think I’m doing the same, and we’re working on our communication when it comes to TTC. He’s been urging me to not shoulder all of the TTC burden alone, and I’m trying to emerge from my shell in that regard. I’m fortunate to wake up next to him every single morning. And did I mention the man can cook up a storm? I am indeed the luckiest woman alive.
And although all of the above is making me smile and keeping me happy 99.5% of the time, I have to admit it: lately, in that .5% of the time, I’ve been feeling angry. So, so angry. And it’s TTC’s fault. I have a post that’s set to go tomorrow morning where I let myself be angry as hell, but I’m not sure if I’ll let it post … then again, I started this thing in order to be honest with myself, right? Better to let it out than let it fester, which is why I’m also going to ask the husband his thoughts on how this has been for him and how far he’s willing to push this.
I don’t know. I guess this post is my way of saying that, even though what you’ll see tomorrow is going to be effin’ bitter, please remember that, most of the time, I’m quite happy. As draining as TTC can be, my life is pretty damn good right now. So, apologies for the the full blast that you’ll see tomorrow. But it needs to get out there, I think.
That’s what here is for, after all.